I have a secret in my shoe too
PART TEN
Story by Joy Cohaan
At her first visit to me physical therapist Vanessa wanted to see everything
Victoria had done to my body. "The inside of your mouth is entirely covered with
nylon, you're trained to climax on nylon foot aroma and when someone sucks your
toes, and your feet are pointed down forever. What else have they done to your
body?" Vanessa asked.
"What haven't they done?" I answered. "You name it and I have it. If you start
sucking my nylon toes again I'll show you something," I said. She took my sheer
toes in her mouth again. I pushed a button on my sewer system remote control in
order to direct my champagne de nature from my bladder through the tubes inside
the seams of my stockings. The tubes end under my toes. In a few seconds Vanessa
was looking at me in total disbelief. But from the look in her eyes I could tell
she was enjoying herself. She beckoned me not to stop and started swallowing my
champagne de nature. Not only mine but also Victoria's because she had relieved
herself in me before she left the house. When Victoria leaves the house she
always makes sure I'm filled up in all places. My stomach, my bladder and my
bowel were completely filled with champagne de nature. I knew for sure because
the red light on my remote control was burning. The red alarm light illuminates
when my body can't take a single drop of champagne de nature anymore. The
maximum amount of piss I can hold in my body is eight liters. The red alarm
light is connected to an overflow valve in the central unit of my sewer system
between my legs. When my system can't take anymore the overflow valve is
activated and the piss streams down my legs.
After Vanessa had been swallowing my champagne de nature for more than five
minutes she climaxed intensely but again she beckoned me not to stop. Because my
bladder was almost empty I operated the remote control again to direct my human
champagne from my stomach to my feet. The central unit of my sewer system is
between my legs. Connected to it are five tubes: one into my bladder, one to my
stomach, one to my bowel and two down my legs inside the seams of my stockings.
With the remote control I can direct my champagne de nature to any place I like
and vice versa. Vanessa couldn't get enough and kept on gulping down my
champagne de nature. After a few minutes I noticed she couldn't take anymore.
Her stomach, her gullet and her mouth were full. I switched off the tube system
and started kissing her. I helped Vanessa out by taking back some of my
full-flavored champagne de nature. "Where did that came from?" Vanessa asked.
"You can't have that much in your bladder." I showed her the remote control.
"You emptied my bladder and part of my stomach. I think you swallowed three
liter. But if you want you can have more. I have five liter left to give you," I
said. "Show me," she said. I took off my skirt and lifted my satin fullslip. Her
eyes almost popped out of her head. She sat down on her knees in front of me to
examine my toys. "I can't believe it," she said. I sat down on the chair again
and spread my legs as wide as I could. Every time I do that the four black
garters attached to the rings in my outer labia stretch to the limit. The
garters pull my outer labia downwards to the side and my stocking tops upwards.
The result is that my vulva stands open as wide as possible. Vanessa touched the
garters in disbelief but her eyes traveled to my clitoris.
Because of the hormone treatment and the constant massage by the vibrating
golden wire inside, my clitoris had already grown to a size of two inch. Vanessa
opened her mouth and started sucking my clitoris. The little head of my
constantly erect clitoris responded by producing lubricant. I climaxed on the
spot. "Take it easy, darling," I said when Vanessa was sucking my clitoris deep
inside her mouth very hard. "Don't break the wire inside otherwise I have to go
to the hospital again to have it fixed." Vanessa let go of my clitoris and said.
"What is inside your vagina?" "It's an inflatable dildo. Victoria wants me to
have the biggest vagina and the biggest ass in the world. Within a few months
you'll be able to stick your head in. Vanessa wanted to remove the sink plug
from my sphincter. "No," I said. "Don't. You'll be showered with champagne de
nature." I told her that I had four ribs removed in order to get the smallest
waist in the world and that in few months I would have the biggest breasts in
the world also.
"I've never ever seen something like this in my life," Vanessa said. "You must
be the happiest woman in the world. People will not believe me when I tell them
about you. If I hadn't seen it I wouldn't believe it myself. It's unbelievable,
unrealistic, but too good to be true. You're a human sex toy. I thought I was
special having my feet altered, but compared to you that's nothing. I'm a
traffic stopper with my pointed feet and nine inch high heels but when you go
out of the house people will think they're hallucinating. I'm very glad Victoria
asked me to be your physical therapist. I'm looking forward to taking you out.
We can do some shopping together or have lunch in a restaurant. It would be
great to go out with you. Then I'm not the only one anymore walking in patent
leather opera pump ballet shoes." I heard Victoria coming in the front door
walking to the living room.
"Hello, the two of you," she said. "Having some fun together?" Vanessa was the
first to answer. "Oh, Victoria I'm so glad you asked me to take care of Esther's
feet. I'll be in your debt forever."
"There is no need for that," Victoria answered, "I only want the best for
Esther." Victoria sat down next to me and I climaxed again because the pungent
smell of nylon foot aroma hit me the moment she sat down. She had done what she
had promised to me six months ago: she would never wash her feet again, never
take off her slick stockings and her shoes anymore and wear a pair of very worn
seven inch high heeled shoes night and day. She also had been making good use of
the chest with worn stockings in her shop. She brought them to a tailor and he
made all sorts of clothes: skirts, dresses, gloves, full slips, panties. The
dress she was wearing when Vanessa visited me for the first time was made of 245
dirty smelly stockings. "I've a surprise for you darling," Victoria said. She
opened her purse and showed me two extremely dirty ultra sheer fully fashioned
seamed nude stockings. The underside of the stockings was mostly black, a little
gray and on some place green from all the dirt collected in the fabric of the
stockings. "A customer came in today to change her soiled stockings. She has
been wearing them for over a year. She visited the shop an hour ago. So these
rank beauties are fresh."
She took one of the squishy stockings and stuffed the funky toe of the saturated
stocking deep into my left nostril. The other went into my right nostril. With
the two aromatic stockings dangling in front of my mouth she french kissed me,
caressing my nylon covered tongue. After our lips parted she said: "Vanessa I
want you to know, but maybe you know already, that Esther is addicted to the
heady aroma of damp nylon feet. As you can see and smell I do everything to
please her. My life is dedicated to fulfilling Esther's fantasy. In return she
gave me carte blanche for changing her body. So when I come home from work the
first thing I do is remove my damp shoes. Esther will lie on the ground and I'll
plant my moist and smelly sheer nylon feet on her face. She especially likes my
feet when I come home from work because I have been standing on them all day
long. After work my feet are very warm, very moist and very smelly because these
shoes are a little bit too small and these seven inch heels are killing me. I've
been wearing these slick stockings and these saturated shoes day and night for
six months now without washing. Esther can't wait to get down and sniff my tangy
feet so I hope you'll excuse us. If you stay you have to play," Victoria said.
"I'll play," Vanessa answered eagerly.
"Then I want you both under that chair on your back. I'm going to do some
paperwork over there at the table and I want you both to sniff a pungent nylon
foot. And there is something else I have to tell you, Vanessa. You're not
allowed to kiss, or lick or suck my funky nylon foot because when you use your
mouth you'll ruin the pattern of the sludge under my foot and we don't want
that. My nylon toes have to get more dirty and more smelly every day. That's a
holy task and nothing can interfere with that. So you're not allowed to use your
tongue or swallow any sludge. You'll handle my smelly toes like a sanctuary. I
offer you a sacramental scent only."
Vanessa and I crawled under the table to lie down on our backs side by side.
Vanessa grabbed my hand in anticipation. Victoria fetched a pile of papers and
walked to the table. Vanessa and I both followed Victoria's legs with our eyes.
All we could see was the lower half of her very shapely black nylon legs and her
delicate feet in that very worn out kid skin shoes with thin seven inch high
heels. Her arches were dramatically bent forward. Her low cut shoes showed the
beginning of her toes where they disappeared in the insteps of her shoes. The
outside of her shoes was shaped by the cramped toes inside. The outline of her
toes was clearly visible at the outside of her shoe. The inside of the instep is
the center of my attention. I can't think of anything else but the rank nylon
toes inside getting more pungent and more filthy every day. The intoxicating
acrid stench inside is what I live for. Victoria sat down, shifted the chair and
removed her shoes. She brought her feet down to our faces very, very slowly. My
eyes were focused on the nylon toes.
Because the stockings had become extremely dirty the last six months the toes
and the ball of the foot had completely disappeared under a thick layer of
sludge collected in the reinforced parts of the slick stocking. I estimated the
thickness of the layer of sludge three millimeter. At some places the nylon
fabric of the squishy stockings had disappeared into the funky sludge. The tangy
sludge was mud colored, dark gray and on some parts greenish. Because Victoria
is standing on tip toe in her seven inch high heels all day the ball of her foot
and her toes push the sludge upwards through the cleavages between her toes.
Finally Victoria lowered her aromatic feet every so slowly towards our faces.
Both Vanessa and I can't wait to have our noses smothered by the sweaty, warm
and dirty reinforced black nylon toes. Even before she buries our noses with her
filthy stockinged toes the pungent smell hits our olfactory nerve with full
force. Victoria's incense offering was affecting our nasal organs so violently
that Vanessa and I started to tremble. My nostrils flared when the rank odor
wafted up my nose. When Victoria's holy, squishy nylon sole, the most intimate
part of her body, hit my face I climaxed on the spot. She smothered my nose with
her funky toes, the moist slick nylon sole resting on my mouth. I wanted to
tongue the tangy taste of her damp foot, but I was ordered not to open my mouth.
I was not allowed to taste the rank morsels of toe cheese in my mouth. I was
only allowed to smell the salty tang of her sweat. The pungency of nylon foot
aroma was overdwelming. The intoxicating musky smell of Victoria's soiled nylon
toes made me forget everything around me.
The heady aroma made my head spin. This spicy delicacy, this salty flavor, this
acrid fragrance, this delectable cologne, this musty scent of sweat-saturated
and glistening nylon toes. This smelly silken embrace of love is what I'm living
for. The sapphic love I feel for Victoria is the strongest when I'm allowed to
inhale the rank aroma of the most intimate part of her body: her dirty nylon
feet.
I pressed my nose in the funky sludge as hard as I could, my nostrils buried in
the moist and pungent nylon in order not to mix this acrid scent with fresh air.
I inhaled as hard as could. My lungs were on fire. I was quivering all over my
body. Every muscle in my body tightened as I climaxed again and again. Then I
was knocked out by the intoxicating but delectable stench. Victoria later told
me that she noticed both Vanessa and I were knocked out. At that moment she
decided to switch on the vibrating bar inside my clitoris and to press down her
pungent nylon feet on our noses as hard as she could. She adjusted her body so
that practically all her weight pressed down on our noses. She smothered us with
her incense offering knowing all too well that Vanessa and I would keep on
climaxing knocked out or not. After three minutes Victoria removed her filthy
nylon feet and put on her shoes again. I took Vanessa and me twenty minutes to
regain consciousness. Then Victoria pushed the table aside, sat down on
Vanessa's face and relieved herself.
Vanessa swallowed everything down to the last drop. For me she fetched a bottle
of fresh champagne de nature. Every day she went to work with three empty
bottles. During the day the bottles were filled by herself (only if she couldn't
hold her bladder anymore) and by her customers. She emptied one of the bottles
in my mouth. Next came four extremely dirty stockings. Both Vanessa's and my
nostrils were stuffed with the pungent toes of the slick fully fashioned seamed
nylons. Then she ordered Vanessa to take one of my damp feet in her mouth as
deep as she could. I had to do the same with Vanessa's foot. "I want you to
remain that position the next hour until I've finished my paperwork. I want you
to practice your deep throat technic on each others foot."
She pushed the table in its place again, sat down and started working. I started
sucking on Vanessa's nylon toes. I gobbled down every tasty morsel of toe cheese
I could found. I rolled her sweaty nylon toes inside my mouth in search of the
spicy delicacy. My tongue going in and out of her funky crevices, snaking
between each toe of Vanessa's aromatic foot. Her nylon foot glistened with my
saliva. The salty tang of her sweat traveled up my nose. The heady aroma making
my nostrils flare. After Vanessa finished her paperwork she told Vanessa it was
time to go.
She would come back tomorrow and everyday after for the next two months to
massage my feet and teach me to walk in my opera pump ballet shoes with nine
inch high heels. The next day the shoemaker returned with my hand made shoes:
black patent leather opera pump ballet shoes, very low cut and a nine inch
pencil heel. They were very tight, but comfortable because he had used a plaster
cast from my feet to make them. The shoe gave support to each of my toes. With
the old shoes I was standing mainly on my big toes. The inside of the shoes was
covered with sheer slick nylon. I knew why Victoria had insisted on low cut
shoes. She wanted to see the reinforcements of my stockings even when I had my
shoes on. With the shoes on the reinforcements were for everybody to see on all
sides. I have been wearing Victoria's favorite stockings since the day she
introduced them to me: Three B's Suzanne High and Wide Black Foot, knit of 100%
nylon. Dupont nylon first quality, 51 gauge, 15 denier. They are very shiny and
very sheer. The sound they make is breathtaking. Every time I cross my legs the
loudness of the sound these stockings make, amazes me again. Needless to say I
cross my legs very frequently on purpose. It's the best sound in the world. It's
music to my ears. I can't get enough of it. I even recorded the sound I make
when crossing my legs. I play the tape constantly. After the shoemaker left I
embraced Victoria to thank her for the beautiful shoes. I french kissed her with
my nylon covered tongue. She rewarded my kiss of love with a mouthful of
champagne de nature from her stomach.
Half an hour later the corset maker arrived. The custom made satin corset
reduced my waist to 18 inch. For the time being, that is. Victoria wanted my
waist to be 14 inches. Within three months I would receive a new corset again
with a 16 inch waist. It was a long corset that came down to my crotch. Attached
to it were 48 garters. My stockings needed to be stretched to the limit at all
times, night and day, in order to highlight the shine and the sound of the
stockings. The taut suspendering hurts my toes and it is very difficult for me
to bend my knees. But the result makes it worthwhile. The cups of my bra are two
big saucers that lift my huge breasts. Both the inside and the outside of the
corset are covered with sheer nylon. Although normally a corset doesn't haven a
crotch, my corset has one: a very special one. It has a crotch opening but also
numerous multifunctional rings, hooks, zippers and straps between my legs to
keep everything inside Victoria does put into my vagina and my ass, to secure
the tubes of my sewer system and to do all sort of things with the rings in my
vagina.
End of part 10
